I really was going to be diligent today and write the 200 words on Piers Plowman I was supposed to do by 9.15 tomorrow. I got into Falmer Common Room, took out my pen ... and then along came Simon and Nearly Welsh Chris and I got distracted by their attempts at various accents, impressions, and offers to work on the radio station. For two and a half hours. And then it was time for the Seraph meeting, so I didn't get any work done at all. Oh well, it's only the beginning of term, I'm sure the tutor will let it go if I promise not to do it again.
Then I came home, got to my station, and stepped off the train into several inches of snow, which nobody had made the slightest attempt to clear. So my trousers are soaked to the ankle and I can no longer feel my toes. And I've got to get up at six tomorrow morning to make it to campus in time for my 9.15 lecture, then stand in the freezing cold outside the library for God knows how long because I promised Vicci I'd do publicity for our club night next week.